walking back from bk station at night feels like red, black and green
bright red, black-kind-of-black, and dark green
just like..
his painting.

and i remembered the brief time i was at his house
that hug felt like love
maybe i will never get over him
makes me wonder how can someone love me when my heart is with him
or how can i love anyone else when my heart is with him
love is just a game.or not.